This is a song about "Re ran samples"

Everytime you come around

// [you ran me into the ground]

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I call that top tier re-positioning

The classmate that offered got up and ran

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Gotta re-route over this hump,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

That he ran the streets, i ran the beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams